Casey Cuts Ties with Juliet

The dimly lit private room of the upscale club was thick with tension. A single lamp on the centre table cast shadows against the walls, the flickering light barely illuminating the two women seated across from each other.

Casey was seething. Her fingers drummed impatiently against the polished surface of the table as she took in the sight of Juliet—tear-streaked, miserable, and utterly defeated. Pathetic.

"So, this is what failure looks like," Casey muttered, her voice cold as ice.

Juliet sniffled, her swollen eyes darting toward Casey in desperation. "I didn't mean to ruin everything," she croaked, her voice trembling.

Casey let out a harsh laugh, adjusting her dark shades before crossing her arms. "Didn't mean to?" she echoed mockingly. Then, in a sharp tone, she snapped, "Then what exactly did you mean to do, Juliet? Because from where I'm standing, all you did was jeopardize our plans and waste my damn time!"